Cultists Feast Poem by Tony Adah
Cultists Feast
Gangsters call themselves
Great names
Only honed cutlasses understand
Before a pool of crimson blood
Man's blood flow like a river
In a christening feast of blood
The blood is drank and smeared
For an oath to kill.
And way down man
Has gone beastwise
Killing his type
A new way to show manliness
By decimating his kind.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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5/26/2024 5:12:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Educate them! Education is the best tool to disarm the criminals, terrorists and gangsters..